?“Can I talk to you?” Adam announced himself, by asking the question.  Since the death of Curtis Brown, Adam had been silent, took the advantage of grief counselling at his school and even considered the matter of his uncle’s offer.  But Adam had turned that away in a heartbeat.  He had succeeded in ruining his uncle’s career as a doctor.  The job was done, but he didn’t take into account of Curtis’ life.  He didn’t expect his best friend to blow his brains out.  After that had happened, nearly half the school had taken grief counselling.  Adam didn’t.  He wanted to remain in solitude in his own room.  “Adam!” Jaysen was surprised to see Adam for the first time in a month.  “How can I help you?” he asked, politely turning down the music, and offering a seat opposite him.  Jaysen’s office adjacent to his bedroom was lined with…